So, I’ve had an interesting, somewhat disturbing day, where I’ve made several attempts to write the Chronicle this weekend only to get waylaid by completely random and bizarre things getting in the way. Let’s see, I’ve discovered just how incredibly gross kittens can be, which was immediately followed by discovering how much Lysol it took to clean that disturbing discovery, which was followed by the need to clean the entire downstairs. That was followed by finding out that one of the kids dropped a metal measuring cup in the garbage disposal. Somewhere in there I had to deal with a teenager with a newfound texting obsession….
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“I will kill you!” he heard his wife bite out through the door.
“This was for your own good!” he heard Sara snap as he took a moment to straighten his tie.
“I hate you!” his wife snapped back as he raised his hand to knock.
“That’s him!” Kasey hissed.
“I’m not going!”
“Yes, you are!”
“They don’t fit!”
“Yes, they do! Now stop bitching and answer the door!”
“What the hell is she doing?” Kasey asked Sara as the two of them stood there, shaking their heads in disgust while Zoe did her best to ignore them.
“Trying to piss us off,” Eric mumbled absently around a handful of popcorn as he shifted to get more comfortable on the bed next to her as she lay there trying to figure out why this movie looked so familiar.
“Am I allowed to watch this?” Jonathan asked from her other side.
“Probably not,” Eric said with a shrug while she watched as the creepy looking doll suddenly sat up, grabbed a knife, and-
“No, no you can’t!” she said, slapping a hand over her son’s eyes as she shot the bastard sitting next to her a glare.
“It’s edited for tv,” Eric said as he tossed a handful of popcorn in his mouth only to wince and mutter, “Okay, maybe it’s not.”
“Let me out!” the small woman that should have run when she had the chance said as she continued to pound on the pantry door.
“No,” he said even as he yanked the chair away from where he’d had it wedged beneath the doorknob and opened the door, needing to see with his own eyes that she was really unharmed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he was already shutting the door and shoving the chair back in place to keep her from getting herself in more trouble.
“We need to leave, Trace,” she said, sounding frustrated as he stood there, taking in the destruction surrounding him and-
“Thank y-oh, come on!”his wife said with an exasperated sigh when he opened the door only to immediately shut it again after he ran his eyes over her one more time.
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